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Chapter 4

Toriel's paw was warm, and furry. Frisk relied on it for the comfort it gave as she and Toriel walked down the hallway of the small house. The walls were bright, and cheerful looking. A nice, dark red carpet lay over the clean, polished floor boards. They stopped at the first door, and they both turned to it. It was clean, and was made of a nice, dark shade of wood. Toriel rubbed her paw along Frisk's head as she said quietly: "Surprise… your very own room…" Frisk smelled something strange, but didn't question it. Toriel however was right on top of it. "Is that something burning?" She said as she walked hurriedly toward the smell, presumably from the kitchen.

Frisk entered her new room and looked around. The light had seemingly been tinted red, causing everything her to look senic, from the toybox at the front of the bead (Nothing inside of it interested Frisk) to the chest in the corner of the room. The fine wood was polished perfectly, and the handle to open it seemed to be just metal with chipping paint. Inside of it were shoes, in a disparity of sizes. Frisk laughed to herself as she hopped into the bed. Before she even covered up, she fell straight into a comfortable, and well-deserved sleep.

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After a nice long sleep, Frisk rubbed her eyes intently as she sat up in the twin-sized bed. After a second, she noticed, on the floor, what looked like a slice of pie, on a small, ceramic plate. Frisk picked it up gently, hoping for it to not slide off the plate. It had a wonderful scent of butterscotch… and cinnamon… but that didn't matter. Frisk liked both! She had never tried both of them… together… in a pie before, but new experiences are always fun, unless it consists of falling down a hole into a mountain where inside houses a murderous flower (How wonderful!). Frisk took a bite of it. The wonderful, thick filling melted in her mouth as she chewed the dry, flaky crust.

Frisk opened the door to her room, it protested with a squeal. Frisk stepped out, and was greeted with the bright light from the rest of the house. After a second, Frisk's eyes grew accustomed to the sudden brightness, and seconds later, found herself in some sort of living quarters. There was a roaring warm fire in the large fireplace on a wall, there was a large table with three small chairs, and a unusually large chair, where Toriel was sitting, reading a book about… snails…

"Oh! Up already my child?" Toriel said softly. "Is there anything you need?" Then, Frisk spoke, gently, and hesitantly. "Can I go home?" Frisk didn't like to talk much, but when she did, her voice was shaky. "But… my child… this IS your home now! I've already set up a curriculum for you! I could show you my favorite bug-hunting spot, um… do you want to hear about this book I'm reading? It's about-" Frisk groaned in protest. She crossed her arms and looked at Toriel grumpily.

Toriel sighed, and placed her book on the arm of the chair. "Wait here, there is something I need to do." Then, she rushed out of the room, Frisk hot on her heels. Frisk sprinted down the stairs and into the basement to see Toriel standing at the end of a long corridor, her back turned to Frisk. Frisk approached Toriel, and Toriel whispered, as though at the verge of tears. "Be a good child, and go back upstairs. The entrance to the rest of the underground… I'm going to destroy it…" Toriel said, then continued down the hall. "If 'they' find you, Asgore will…" She turned a corner and approached a tall, purple door. Toriel turned to face Frisk with look of mixed pity, frustration, and worst of all, sorrow. "Prove to me that you are strong enough… then I will let you through." She said.

The color drained from the purple walls, turning them black and seemingly endless. Frisk's soul appeared in the center of her chest, and glowed strongly with determination. Frisk clasped her hands together, and shaked her head, showing she didn't want to fight. Toriel brought her hands up, and they seemed to be on fire, but they weren't burning anything. Toriel seemed to be using fire magic, like she had with Flowey. "Fight me or leave!" Toriel then waved her arms, sending wisps of fire in every direction. Frisk threw herself to the floor to avoid the flames. She got up, then tried again to silently persuade Toriel to stop fighting. "Stop it!" Toriel said as she unleashed another flame attack, giving Frisk a burn on her hand, and slightly charred black hair at the end of her head..

Frisk covered her throbbing burn with her sleeve as it grew sore and painful. Toriel swung her arms once more, but the fire missed Frisk by at least a foot. Frisk breathed heavily in attempt to relieve the pain. Toriel missed another fire attack. Then, the color entered the room once again. "... You're right..." Toriel said quietly. "It wouldn't be right for you to be raised in a place like this… it's very small once you get used to it…" A tear streaked down Toriel's cheek. "Please… don't come back…" Toriel said bending down and putting her paw on Frisk's cheek. "I hope you understand…" Toriel said as tears streamed down her face. Toriel pulled Frisk into a gentle hug. Frisk hugged Toriel back. It felt like she was hugging a giant teddy bear, but saying goodbye to a close friend. Tears formed around Frisk's eyes. A child and her motherly friend were silently sobbing, as they locked in a close embrace.

Toriel separated from Frisk, and stood up. "Be good my child…" she said as she slowly walked back to the house. Frisk slowly pushed the tall, purple door open with a rumble, and stepped into another long corridor. Once Frisk traversed that, she came across a dark room, with a patch of green grass at the center. Flowey was rooted there, looking smug. "Clever… veeerry clever… In this world, it's kill or be killed. You decided to play by your own rules, you spared her didn't you? You're still not strong enough to pass Asgore. You don't like killing huh? What would ya' do If you met a relentless killer? YOU'D DIE… OVER… AND OVER… until you just give up!" Flowey said coldly. Flowey laughed with that demonic laugh, that was too familiar. Flowey yanked himself back into the ground, and Frisk continued forward.

Frisk pushed a large, heavy, purple door open, and stepped out into the light…